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little story of a bee 
she was stubborn. As a small bee kept banging my head against that glass that never would have let go. But she did not care. He knew he would never have crossed that invisible wall, or maybe did not know at all, but did not want to live their lives without trying. He would not hit his head until he got hurt. He would have whipped up to pass out, if only for a moment, then recover and start to fight. That fence, boundary line between his claustrophobic fear and the freedom of open spaces. And she continued the fight, under the eyes of the people and their cold laughter. Why did not understand those, they could not see beyond the glass. She did however, beyond the glass and their hearts. None of them would put aside pride and reason to pursue an ideal, as crazy and desperate could seem. She hated them for this and was resigned to the fact that he had to fight his battle alone. Why was her and why this is right. But in the chill of winter, only for a moment the wind blew stronger and opened the window. She just smiled. He knew he had won this battle but the war would now be started. He flew out the window between the eyes of blacks people. He had a bit of fear, a fear full of courage, but he flew away he felt the wind blowing behind her.
she was stubborn. As a small bee kept banging my head against that glass that never would have let go. But she did not care. He knew he would never have crossed that invisible wall, or maybe did not know at all, but did not want to live their lives without trying. He would not hit his head until he got hurt. He would have whipped up to pass out, if only for a moment, then recover and start to fight. That fence, boundary line between his claustrophobic fear and the freedom of open spaces. And she continued the fight, under the eyes of the people and their cold laughter. Why did not understand those, they could not see beyond the glass. She did however, beyond the glass and their hearts. None of them would put aside pride and reason to pursue an ideal, as crazy and desperate could seem. She hated them for this and was resigned to the fact that he had to fight his battle alone. Why was her and why this is right. But in the chill of winter, only for a moment the wind blew stronger and opened the window. She just smiled. He knew he had won this battle but the war would now be started. He flew out the window between the eyes of blacks people. He had a bit of fear, a fear full of courage, but he flew away he felt the wind blowing behind her. 
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